Beauty Spot!

Beauty Spot! short poem

“Am I Beautiful?”

Queried a beautiful maiden!

“Yes, indeed,”

Replied her lover!

“Is there no flaw in me?”

She asked.

“Not, one!”

Assured her lover!

“Not even one?”

She asked again for reassurance.

“No.”

Repeated her lover!

“Are you sure?”

She persisted.

“There is one,

If you insist…”

The lover corrected himself,

Taking a dig at her.

“And, what is that?”

Asked the curious maiden!

“The beauty spot over your lips,”

Returned the lover

With a naughty smile!

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Vincent Van Ross is a freelance journalist and writer. He writes on national and international politics, defence, environment, travel, art and culture, social themes, spirituality, philosophy, conservation and a whole lot of other issues. Vincent’s articles and features have appeared in The Hindustan Times, The Pioneer, The Hindu, The Tribune, The Statesman, National Herald, Sahara Time, Speaking Tree (The Times of India), Daily Excelsior, Northern India Patrika, Himachal Times, Free Press, The Free Press Journal, The Sentinel, News time and several periodicals. Currently, Vincent edits a quarterly art journal called ‘Creative Mind.’ He has been on the editorial board of several small and medium publications. He is fond of writing humour. His humorous writings have been carried in ‘Morning Cup,’ ‘Flipside,’ ‘Silly Point,’ ‘Guest Column,’ and middle columns of newspapers and magazines. Apart from these, Vincent writes fiction, poetry and dabbles in creative photography. Seven of his Hindi poems were included in an anthology of Hindi Poems called ‘Guldasta’ some 15 years ago. Several of his English poems are posted in various sites on the web. He has also blogged for renowned community blogging sites such as Silicon India, Insta blogs, Now Public, Food Industry India, Wayn and Speaking Tree besides his own blogging sites in Blogger and Wordpress. Vincent was one of the directors of the Press Club of India, New Delhi in 2009-10 and nominated member of the ‘Legal Committee’ of the Press Club of India in 2010-11. He is currently, one of the advisers to the Delhi Union of Journalists (2013-14). He is a life members of several groups interested in nature and wildlife, writing, photography, art, conservation, environment etc. and has been an office bearer on several councils and committees of organizations dealing with social issues, environmental and social activism as also promotion of nature and wildlife.
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Chandrama Deshmukh
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So simple, yet so wonderful. Vincent, your poems are truly refreshing.
I am a fan!
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